This time I was already in a university up north of Malaysia. It happened when I was in my first year. I was among the lucky ones to be sent to the newest hostel in campus, the Desasiswa Permai, in short Desa E. And to top it all, I got a room at the top floor and the very last room at the end of the corridor. There were only two rooms on the floor and next to my room was the toilet inclusive of the laundry sinks. A few steps below were the next level, the hostel was designed with split levels all over its building.
My room mate was an Eurasian girl, Rachel. She is one of the nicest person I have ever met in my journey. She was from PJ, so she went home most of the weekends and semester breaks. As for me, sometimes I had to stay back at the hostel during semester breaks because I did not have enough money to go anywhere, and because of the nature of my assignments. There were a few other girls around but they were on the other levels. Once I was the only one who stayed back on the top most floor. I normally slept with the littlest light that came from my study table.
One night, as I was sleeping alone, I suddenly felt my bed shaking. I thought I was dreaming, so I sat on my bed and waited for awhile before resuming my sleep again. I was sure I was already wide awake, when the bed was shaken again. I looked around and I could see it was actually shaking. Then it stopped and transferred to the door. The door knob was then shaking as if someone was outside and trying to open it. I was so scared, but at the same time angry, I wanted to end the torturous moment. I suddenly became brave, got up from my bed, went to the door and opened it. Tadaa..nobody was outside. I walked a few steps into the corridor to check if anybody was trying to play a trick on me, but there was none.As I was about to re-enter my room, the door knob of the room opposite mine was shaking, as if someone was trying to open it from inside of the room. I was nearly mad at that time, I went to hold the knob and shake it myself. It kept on shaking until I got fade-up and went back into my own room. I locked my door, put a chair, got on my bed and read some surahs from the Quran. Then I went back to sleep with all the lights on till the next day. Nothing happened. I won.
But the disturbances did not stopped there..
Another time it happened when my room-mate was around, and in broad daylight. I was sleeping as I had just submitted a project and had not been sleeping the previous night. In my sleep, I dreamt a big black hairy thing was on top of me and I almost could not breath and move. Then I realised I was already awaken and I could see Rachel standing in the room. I could feel the big black hairy thing on top of me, I tried to recite the Ayatul Qursi, it went so slow, I thought I must have taken around twenty minutes to complete it. I struggled with the recitation but managed to complete it and the Thing disappeared the moment I finished the last sentence of the Qursi.
On other nights, I sometimes heard a very high-pitched scream on the roof-top, and dreamt of some of the worst dreams in my life, ever. It happened to Rachel too, until she sometimes did not want to come back to the room, and became a squatter at her best friend`s room downstairs. Once I simply fell down in the room and broke my arm, for nothing, the doctor refused to believe me. Rachel also got into a freak motor-cycle accident, where the rider was not injured at all, while she was seriously injured on her knees and could not walk up the stairs for months. So she had to stay at another room downstairs for quite some time, leaving me all alone to survive in the room. Well I managed to get through it all for one complete year and came out alive and kicking!
